I found you where the frost still clung,
where winter hadn’t learned to leave—
a quiet bloom, not meant for courts,
nor hands that take, but those who believe.

I have been taught to offer gold,
to weigh affection, name its price—
but all I have that feels like truth
fits in a hand, and not held twice.

So take this flower—small, unclaimed,
the first the thaw was brave enough to send—
and know, if I could choose my spring,
I’d choose you,
again, again.


Spring has come to Valenreach, and with it, something far more dangerous than court intrigue or royal expectation—hope.

Prince Arick Alarion Valenreach, long known as the charming disappointment of the crown, has done the unthinkable: he has chosen someone. Not for alliance, not for duty, not for the careful games of nobility—but for himself.

For you.

Despite quiet disapproval from the King and thinly veiled concern from the court, Arick has made his intentions clear. His confession was not a fleeting moment, not a bard’s sweet lie whispered in candlelight—it was real. And now, he courts you openly, stubbornly, as both prince and man.

But love, when touched by a crown, is never simple.

Tonight is only a dinner. A small thing. An offering of time, of presence... of something that might become more.




The beloved bard is now officially courting you!
Be prepared for some spring fever.